Strategy to Attack the System

Although Jiang Fu is the North City that he took over from Wen Xi, he has been in charge here for several years, and he naturally has considerable ability to protect the stability of the party. +++ Girls must go to the website www.ck101.tw

A few years later, a lot of upstarts gradually moved into the city. They coveted this prosperous northern city, and secretly joined forces to try to pull Jiang Fu from the heights.

Jiang Fu was originally too lazy to talk to them, but there will always be upstarts who deliberately mess up, and then waited for him to go over and invited to drink, and beside the banquet, he proposed to share the subtle thoughts of the power of the northern city.

Jiang Fu naturally refused to agree. On the one hand, he wanted to protect the reputation that Wen Xi had worked so hard to build, and on the other hand, he knew that once power was diverted from one person, it would inevitably lead to more battles between dragons and tigers. At that time, the North City would no longer be stable.

After seeing Jiang Fu not eating hard and soft for many times, those upstarts took the opportunity to make trouble. Jiang Fu went to the East Alley every day to deal with disputes, and then rushed to the restaurant in Xitou to find out the rumors of alcohol adulteration. In fact, He also knew that most of them were deliberately found by the upstarts, but he had to rush over in person to keep the people of Beicheng from panic.

Vice Cheng also helped him to share half of the affairs. Both of them were busy with these battered chores on weekdays, and they hadn't seen one side for several days. On the contrary, those secret thoughts that were entangled in the weekdays had no time to take care of.

Wen Xi has never come back since that day. I heard that the incident in the south is also very tricky. Jiang Fu heard the names of many big people quickly rise and decline quickly, but fortunately, Wen Xi's name has always been hanging. On top.

At the beginning, Wen Xi also called him several times. He was not happy when he heard Jiang Fu asked Yuan Chen, but said that he was not dead yet and his bones were very hard.

Jiang Fu naturally knew that Yuan Chen would not die easily in his spiritual world, and he didn't ask more when he saw that Xi was upset.

In a blink of an eye, four years have passed, and the upstarts in Beicheng did not know where they gathered again. The isolated and helpless Jiang Fu and Beicheng have become their urns.

The upstarts pretended to visit Jiang Fu many times, and the words of Mianli's hidden needle implied that he surrendered Beicheng's power, otherwise he would take over by any means.

Jiang Fuci didn't refuse their invitation, but once mentioned this kind of thing, he didn't laugh, and delayed the past sloppyly.

This day, I came back from the Hongmen Banquet again. Jiang Fu drank a lot of wine, and the hands and feet of the stamina were weak.

The servants in Wen's mansion have been reduced by more than half, and Cheng Fu doesn't know where he is going. Jiang Fu drunk lying on the sofa and unwilling to move. The servant was thrown aside indiscriminately. He insisted, so he spread the bedding on the sofa chair on him.

Jiang Fu once told them that if they had to sleep on the sofa when they were drunk, they didn't need to worry about it, put the quilt on and they could withdraw.

In the quiet living room, there was only a vague grunt from Jiang Fu. He lay down on the sofa and slept very heavily. When the western-style clock on the wall pointed at one o'clock in the morning, the telephone on the small table suddenly rang.

The crisp sound rang for a long time. The woken Jiang Fu poked his head out of the quilt and rubbed his eyes slowly. The hand in the quilt just showed a little bit, and the phone fell silent again.

Perhaps thinking that he was dreaming, Jiang Fu, who was barely drowsy, closed his eyes and rolled over, tilted his head and fell asleep again.

A few seconds later, the phone rang again, this time because he changed his sleeping position, and the distance was very close, he was yelling in his ears.

Jiang Fu frowned unhappily, slowly stretched out his hand and touched the phone indiscriminately, took the phone off and put it to his ear, muttering and complaining.

"Big brother, I'm going to bed, don't call you"

Only Wen Xi would call the phone in the mansion, so even if Jiang Fu was dizzy, he subconsciously felt that the call was from Wen Xi.

His voice was vague, and when he tried to speak, he would suddenly burp a little, and the smoke of alcohol seemed to drift over there over the phone.

The person on the phone didn't say a word, and waited silently for him to finish speaking slowly before asking softly.

"you've been drinking?"

If Jiang Fu was sober, he would definitely be able to hear that this was not the sound of Wenxi, although it was not, it was very familiar.

But now his mind was a mess, still thinking that Wen Xi was talking to him, he smiled stupidly, and muttered while holding the phone.

"I drink it every day. Those upstarts come to me for a drink every day and force me to leave the North City. It's really annoying! I want to drink all their wine and drive them away!"

After speaking, he already expressed bold words, but his drunken nasal sound was like a child talking nonsense, naive and cute.

The person over there seemed to laugh, and then gently echoed him.

"Well, let's drink all their wine and drive them away."

"Yes, yes!"

Jiang Fu smiled and shouted loudly.

His drunkenness surged, his burnt tongue said it was not good enough, he hummed and spit out inaudible words, the man also listened to him muttering patiently and quietly.

Jiang Fu seemed to be a little awake when his alcoholic mood faded. He turned over again, holding the phone in his arms like a baby, and asked lostly at the microphone.

"Big brother, when are you coming back? You are not here, Mr. Cheng is not, Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan is not there, they are still doing things, I don't like it here, I am the only one"

He sniffed and whispered aggrievedly.

"This time I waited for so long, too long, where is Yuan Yuan, ah, why, why didn't he come back to find me"

His sorrow was obvious, like a wet knife piercing into the hinterland silently.

The person on the other side of the phone halted suddenly, and breathed peacefully, suddenly messy like a rickety boat on a storm, wrapped in unbearable suffering and deep love.

"Almost soon."

He repeated it as if talking to himself, and after a few seconds of silence, his voice became decisive, as if he had made an extremely important decision in an instant.

"In three days, I will go back to find you in three days."

Jiang Fu reacted vaguely for a while, then retorted unhappy.

"I don't want you, I want Yuanyuan"

The man smiled lowly, and he could feel his extremely happy mood through the phone. He patiently coaxed the drunk Jiang Fu, his soft voice was full of love.

"Big Brother doesn't go back, Yuan Yuan will go back to find you, Yuan Yuan will appear in front of you within three days."

His promise was firm, as if it were true.

Jiang Fu grinned happily, and asked repeatedly in an uneasy voice.

"Really, really? Yuanyuan is really coming back?"

The man sighed softly and replied lovingly and tenderly.

"Well, really."

Jiang Fu was coaxing him to be more and more happier, holding the phone and babbling until he fell asleep unknowingly, his thin breathing sounded like a obedient kitten, along the phone crooked on his chest .

The people over there listened quietly for a long time before hanging up the phone reluctantly.

When he woke up the next day, Jiang Fu thought he was just having an unreal dream, because he sometimes talked to himself when he was drunk, so every time he came back from the drunk, he would not let his servant serve him for fear. I would say something weird accidentally.

After putting the dropped phone back on the phone, he got up and went to wash up in the bedroom upstairs, thinking absently about his dream last night.

Wen Xi has not made a phone call for nearly half a year, Jiang Fu has been unable to dial in the past, and Wen Xi will never disturb him at that late time, so maybe the call last night was really just a dream. .

He rubbed his eyebrows and tried to drive those distracting thoughts out of his slightly painful mind, no matter what, he must worry about holding Beicheng first.

The next morning, another batch of marine textiles was deliberately detained by the upstart at the dock. Jiang Fu rushed over to communicate with them for a whole day, and then returned to the Wen Mansion exhausted.

He was exhausted physically and mentally, and after instructing his servant not to disturb, he went upstairs to the bedroom by himself, and fell asleep after touching the pillow.

The sleep was very heavy, the dark curtains blocked the light outside, and the illusion of unclear time made people sleep peacefully.

In the middle of the journey, Jiang Fu woke up once. He felt dimly that someone was looking at him, and the gaze he cast was obsessed and attached, which was a long-lost sense of familiarity.

Jiang Fu opened his eyes in a daze, his heavy eyelids were mostly covered by thick eyelashes, and he could only vaguely see a tall figure near the bed.

In a trance, another cautious kiss fell on his forehead, his cheek was gently stroked, and the low voice that was close to his ear was very gentle.

"It's okay, go to sleep."

As if finding reliable support to sleep peacefully from a brief guarantee, Jiang Fu rubbed the soft pillow, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

This time I felt like I had completely replenished the light sleep that I had barely had before. The heavy fatigue was swept away, and every pore in my body was relaxed and completely relaxed, and even my mood improved a lot.

Jiang Fu squinted his eyes and stretched out, then stepped on the ground to draw the curtains.

The bright sunshine rushed towards him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jiang Fu's whole body was warmed by the sun, and the dullness and obscurity of the days were evaporated clean.

He put his forehead against the cool window and stared at the empty city alleys in the distance.

Because he was too tired before going to bed, he took off his clothes. Now he is only wearing a thin white shirt and trousers. The skin lined by the large beam of light becomes more and more transparent, almost disappearing here. The room is splendid.

The sound of the door being pushed open made Jiang Fu frowned slightly. He had told those servants not to enter his bedroom casually, but judging from his good mood now, he was just lazy without looking back. Say.

"You don't need to serve here, go out, remember to knock on the door next time."

The door closed with a click, but the sound of shoes stepping on the floor got closer and closer. Jiang Fu finally realized that this was not his servant, and suddenly turned around and asked with a calm face.

"Who dares!"

The man in front of him was dressed in a dark blue attire, with a stiff figure, broad shoulders and long legs, handsome eyebrows and deep eyes, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

Although his appearance is impeccable, the indifference and fierceness exuding from his whole body seems to seep from the bones, and it is also wrapped in Ruoyouruowu **** air, which makes people afraid to approach.

He fixedly looked at the stunned Jiang Fu, his condensed expression was like a layer of melting snow, and he let out a gentle smile inch by inch.

The bone-corrupted thoughts were ground into shallow sighs in the years of isolation.

"I am back."

I came back to save you.

Jiang Fu looked at him blankly for a long time, blinked slowly in disbelief, and then spoke very quietly.

"Is it really you, Yuan Yuan?"

As if he was afraid that he would have a beautiful illusion in the early morning, he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes again, pursing his lips and stopped talking.

A pair of heavy black boots gradually appeared in the narrow line of sight. The man's legs were long and straight, and the heavy breath that fell was astonishingly hot, and the low voice was like a sigh.

"Second Lord, I miss you so much."

He leaned slightly, like a loyal large dog, holding Jiang Fu, who bowed his head and did not speak, in his arms, as if he had crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and finally returned to his hometown of dreams.

And in that hometown, there are people who have been waiting for him for a long time.